Happily, The Poisoned Pen Press in the US has decided to republish Ruth Dudley Edwards' crime novels. The first four in the series have not been available in the UK for some while (and the rest seem to have disappeared from view as well).
In this, the second in the series, Robert Amiss is still a civil servant, now on detachment to a pointless bureaucratic body. The good news is that to counterbalance the misery at work, he has acquired a girlfriend, Rachel. The unpleasant atmosphere at the office, where all his colleagues are bitter losers, is worsened by a string of unpleasant practical jokes at a training weekend. A few weeks later, on Valentine's Day, the spouses of all the staff receive chocolates laced with strychnine, discovered too late to save some of the victims. Jim Milton is called in to investigate, and once again calls on Robert to assist him.
Despite the light-hearted tone, there is a very real sense of grief when people start getting murdered. The reader is complicit in laughing at the civil service in general, and Amiss' pathetic colleagues and their home lives in particular. Then, when tragedy strikes, he is pulled up sharp, reminded that murder really is no laughing business. The following investigation actually resembles a procedural novel, albeit with the investigators allowed human frailties. A slight pity, then, that the final solution owes rather a lot to Amiss remembering something he'd forgotten. Still, for all that, the varied lives of the civil servants are well drawn, and each becomes a character in his own right, admittedly flawed.
Proof positive that there was life before Jack Troutbeck, but I doubt that the readership at large would appreciate Ruth Dudley Edwards returning to this state, even briefly.